Lolo

I made it back alive.  And now that I have been displaced from the Lolo for a day, I think I will have fewer swear words to say, and possibly even close to positive things to say.  It was a very frustrating set of roads that we had to walk, getting snagged and scratched all the time.  Absolutely no cell phone service (although I went on treks to try to find some to call D).  The first night there, a bear sniffed my tent while I was in it, and within the next couple days my crew leader had seen two more bears, and heard one scratching around camp during the night.  I couldn't sleep very well.  And I just wanted it to be over with.

But after needing to go to town to get some ice and gas, and being able to talk to D, the last day of walking roads seemed almost like walking down an open, paved road despite being brushed over.  Doing the harder stuff earlier (just by chance) made everything else seem easy.  We never saw any bears while walking, possibly because we made sure to either regularly talk loudly or give a shout out to the bears every few steps (we also saw no other, fun, wildlife while walking.... guess you can't selectively just scare the bears away).  And without service it can somehow make the hitch pass a little quicker (at least, by the time it's over it feels like its been quicker, not really during it) and I am now back and get to sleep in a bed next to a warm body and the hitch is over.

For now.  We get to go back in three weeks.